Licença poética

Se não são as pessoas certas e delicadas para me apresentarem as boas coisas da vida...

De Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Come closer to me,

Push close my lovers and take the best I possess,

Yield closer and closer and give me the best you possess.

This is unfinished business with me . . . . how is it with you?

I was chilled with the cold types and cylinder and wet paper between us.

I pass so poorly with paper and types . . . . I must pass with the contact of bodies           and souls.

I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of me . . . . I know that           it is good for you to do so.

(...)

The learned and virtuous and benevolent, and the usual terms;

A man like me, and never the usual terms.